Reviews

For this review of BJ’s I want to concentrate on what is one careless myth about this veritable old shack: That it is the last refuge of over-the-hill strippers too dumb or too lazy to…

The latest updates on my trips (several of them from a pair of vacations to St. Louis) to Dollie’s shows … well, basically no updates. With one notable exception, this jack shack (which, I…

The first thing you need to know about Whispers is that it’s only a nighttime stripclub, at least during the workweek. I learned this the hard way. I parceled out my itinerary for my vacation…

BJ’s continues to be my home away from home, thank God. My fears that the owners of the place are close to selling the joint (mostly for the liquor license) has been allayed. Barring the…

With the help of Southwest Airlines, which has slowly grown its presence here ever since local legacy airline Northwest was bought by Delta and the combined conglomerate to use the latter’s base of Atlanta as…

The last time I vacationed in St. Louis I made two sojourns to Dollie’s, mostly because Autumn, my ATF in the Loo, was there. I still love her, I really do, but I’ve had…

When thinking about how I would review my latest trip to Hollywood Show Club, I realized something very important: This is the meanest club I’ve been to. I’ve been thrown out one time at…

Due to my employment and financial situation – as in, I have neither – it has been a long time since I got to rock out with my cock out at Dream Girls. I…

The Booby Trap is kind of tough to get to if you aren’t from the area. You can see the place from Highway 826, but it sits off a frontage road, and there’s no…

I now think that the owner of BJ’s, that Broadway Avenue institution, would shut down the business if he got the right deal for the land, but until then he loves the place too much…

There are strip clubs around the country that are cheaper, much cheaper. There are strip clubs that are around the country that will provide more extras, much more. There are strip clubs that…

I had not been to Dollie’s in more than four years when I stepped through its roadhouse doors back in the autumn. When my ATF – who just so happens to be named Autumn,…